Roll me and wrap me in sweetest sickness
Upward, inverted, inside out
Sweat-gripped fingers pale;
Stripped of silence by whipped,
Wailing veils
Of hair.
~~
We touch
And I go,
Blur-flung, gasping,
Centrifugal mass, then closer,
In love's failing heartbeat
To tower grand above and down, as the doves.
Author notes
50 words, 2 stanzas of 25.
Option 2; Rollercoasters ARE a form of intimacy!
Let your hair catch the wind...
A contest entry
- Bring It On! by AliceinPoetryLand.
2000 points, ended July 11, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent write indeed. Love the way you took me on that ride with you. Great imagery!
Thanks so much for entering our contest
Gaylene
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